Monday, 8 October 2007

Trying times

The woman sat next to me on the tube this evening was apparently enjoying some amazingly potent cheese and onion flavoured chewing gum. The assault on my olfactory sensors was made all the worse by her inability to keep her mouth closed whilst chewing. The otherwise short journey to Wimbledon has never seemed so arduous...

8 comments:

Casdok said...

YUK!!!

trousers said...

There was a lady on the bus yesterday who was singing what sounded like soulful sort of church music, and she was obviously feeling the vibes as she sang: eyes closed, rocking her head gently and shaking it for emphasis.

I was in a terrible mood and put my earplugs in.

DJ Kirkby said...

eeewwww yech.

Pixie said...

and I sat in my car and waved to the deer as I past them on the way to work....
pxx

KindaBlue said...

By 'eck! That sounds worse than the yoof-with-pickled-onion-flavoured-Monster-Munch phenomenon, ubiquitous on London's railways during the summer months...

But Why? said...

In no particular order:

Pixie,
Talk about rubbing salt in the wound... that hurt! Your commute sounds many times more delightful than mine, even without the input of cruel and unusual odours. xx

Casdok, DJ, KindaBlue,
I find it a most offensive odour. I think it's worse than the pervasive body odour so prevalent a couple of months ago on the post-work commute - it's premeditated and entirely avoidable. It's just far more rude and anti-social. Horrid... xxxxxx

Trousers,
I wish, really I do, that there was a nasal equivalent of earplugs. It would go a long way towards making the commute less offensive. xx

trousers said...

Award alert! Award alert!

One for you, over at mine.

But Why? said...

Ooooh! For me?? Thank you!!!!!

Surely they haven't started handing out awards for enduring twenty minutes of cheesey aroma. If so, it would seem the Cheese Makers really are blessed...

xx